Visitors

Ancient red rises up, grazing and contradicting the sky.

Cutting through, hiding and holding the stories unknown to us.

Wiry and brittle.

Fluffed up grass like silver down releases the red earth intermittently.

Upward it strains. Heaven meets her and blesses her.

Contentment rooted and easy, swims breathlessly atop the earth and ruffles her.

The hard grey flat, points and directs, pulling and pushing.

A metal gateway reminding us we are fleeting vistors here.